The night sky is illuminated by the lights on both sides of the lake as bright as day.
The lake water ripples slightly under the breeze.
A small bamboo raft slid slowly on the lake, approaching the pavilion in the center of the lake.
The water ripples continuously.
The evening breeze is gentle.
It stands to reason that such a scene is beautiful, romantic, and poetic.
Being in it will not only give you a sense of confusion as if you have traveled through ancient times, but at least it will make you calm and peaceful, giving you an indescribable feeling of joy.
But at this moment, Bo Jinghan, who was in it, felt that the wind was like a cold knife, whizzing towards her body. The cut made her skin tremble with small pimples, shivering constantly, and there was a slight feeling of pain.
The floating water waves and the approaching distance were like a talisman and a summoning magic sound, making it impossible for her to relax. Her whole body became stiff and tense, and she was completely on guard.
Mo Huan's situation was not much different from hers. The expression on her face did not change, but the fine beads of sweat on her forehead still showed her state of mind at the moment.
But both of them knew that they could not avoid this silent war.
And this new round of fierce battle has just begun. If they can't calm down their emotions, they will fall into the inferior position. And if at this time, they cannot have the right to speak and cannot reach the general direction of equality and relative equality with the other party.
, then they are not only at the disadvantage, it can even be said that they have directly handed their lives into the hands of the other party.
Thinking about this, the two of them looked at each other, but they also saw the thoughts in their hearts in each other's eyes.
Unexpectedly, the two of them calmed down, and the tense and oppressive feeling just now was gone. However, there was still a heavy stone pressing on their hearts, making their breathing a little suffocated.
Closer, closer.
Undoubtedly, standing in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and looking out, this independent and courtyard scenery is like an ancient relic, like a paradise, quiet and peaceful.
But at this moment, Bo Jinghan really didn't have the heart to appreciate the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and talk about the unique style of Shenma. She looked at the old man in front of her, wearing half a golden mask, covering a quarter of his face.
His pupils suddenly shrank, but he didn't say hello, he just gritted his teeth secretly and faced him.
Mo Huan frowned slightly and looked in front of him. At this time, the old man who was still trying to be mysterious and unwilling to show his true colors did not say much. He maintained the same posture and faced off against the old man and the young man standing on the opposite side.
Two against two.
Such a confrontation seems fair.
But in fact, the eyes of the old man and the young man were all focused on Bao Jinghan's head, and the pressure was quite heavy. Bo Jinghan and Mo Huan were not polite, and their eyes fell directly on the old man.
No matter what happens, secretly compete with the other party.
The eyes intertwined in mid-air.
It wasn't until the young man next to the old man spoke that the silent, oppressive and mysterious atmosphere in the pavilion in the middle of the lake was broken.
"Miss Bo, we meet again. It seems that my prediction last time was right! What do you think?"
Withdrawing his gaze, Bo Jinghan glanced at the young man's face, his eyes slowly moved down and fell on the protective frame on his neck. There was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "I still said what I said last time.
